Crayons and paint .

She is the inner child trying to give all the crayons of colour to the ones who felt ostracised. Who thought that being different and feeling to much was just a blank canvas of despair and failure. She wants all of them to scribble and imbue their own variegations of themselves in shades that make them feel strong and they belong on the inside as well on the outside. She
knows what a solitary doodle feels like . It’s always trying to justify the amount of space and intensity you’re taking when in reality you just want buckets fulls of paint .